Erotic Stories – Cockpit Sex

It was something I had always wanted to try, but I never guessed it would happen in the way it did. I was flying solo to Paris for the weekend as I had to visit some colleagues, I was used to flying solo and actually enjoyed it. I sat, buckled up with my magazine and my cappuccino perched on my travel table waiting for take off, I was happy to be in the front row as I had much more leg room, I smiled happily to myself, ready to delve into my magazine, then I saw him. One of the pilots walked into the cockpit, he was tall with dark hair, green eyes and a sprinkle of stubble on his chiselled jaw line. Wow.

He turned to look at me just as he went to join the other pilot, we locked eye contact for much longer than is comfortable but something buzzed between us, we both could feel it. I said a silent prayer thanking God that I had chosen the tight fitting dress over the more sensible jogging bottoms. I looked hot, I was sure.

Fantasising

Soon, it was time for take-off. The air stewardess went through the usual monotonous speech and I sat back in my chair, closing my eyes, imagining the pilots mouth on my pussy. I was so turned on, how could this man do this to me with one look?

We were in the air and the seatbelt sign lifted, I went to the toilet, which was right in front of me. The door opened slightly to the cockpit and I could see my pilot in there, he looked so sexy I started to melt. I stood by the door until an air stewardess gave me a quizzical look which made me jump and counter what I was doing. It was busy and the flight didn’t last long, I sadly didn’t know when I would see my pilot again, but I couldn’t get him out my head.

As we landed I felt that lovely feeling when you’ve arrived after a stressful trip, relief, excitement and liberation. We all got up to take our suitcases and I went to walk out the plane, saying a quick goodbye to the staff, when the pilot appeared. I stopped as he regarded me with green glinting eyes.

“Excuse me? I hear you are writing an article about aeroplane’s, would you like to have a look at the cockpit, have a private tour?” I was taken aback, that the pilot was lying in front of hi staff but also that he had felt the connection too and it hadn’t been in my head, not to mention being smooth and quick thinking.

“That would be lovely.” I replied, eyeing him in a way that a cat may look when hes about to get the cream.

We walked into the cockpit, his partner was gone and we were all alone. He closed the door and faced me.

“I´ve got to be honest, I don’t even know your name but I needed to get you alone.” Passion frazzled between us as he said the words, eyes peering into mine. I decided to take the moment. We began to kiss and he breathed into my ear.

“We don’t have much time.” He kissed my neck and my mouth, biting it softly which made me weak with desire. My thighs ached and he began to lift up my skirt, placing his fingers on my clitoris and then pushing them deep inside, feeling my wetness there. I moaned and bit his lip hard as he pumped in and out. We didn’t have much time, that was clear.

Sex In The Cockpit

I undid his flies and took out his cock, on my knees I began to push him deep into my mouth over and over. It was amazingly naughty. There were people just outside the door and we were having this random sexual rendezvous.

I stood up and he bent me over his chair, lifted my skirt and pushed his cock inside. Banging me over and over he grabbed my hair and took me doggy style it was ridiculously erotic. With a few slams he was about to come, I released him and took his cock in my mouth just as he came, he exploded in my open mouth and I swallowed, tasting him. We looked at each other for a while, wondering what had come over us and fell into giggles. He did up his flies hastily and we kissed, melting into each others embrace.

We walked out the cockpit, feigning innocence, which I wasn’t sure worked because the air stewardess flashed us a knowing look when we reappeared. He scribbled his number on a bit of paper and handed it to me just as I was about to leave the plane.

“Next time I land near you, call me.” He said and kissed me on the cheek. I took it gratefully, the wetness still slippery on my thighs. I wouldn’t forget him in a hurry.

´What a intoxicating way to spend my first day in Paris!´ I said to myself as I swung my bag happily, heading to the baggage reclaim. I couldn’t believe it, this trip had began with most definitely a bang.

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